Page 58 of Fool Me Twice

She looked especially amazing this morning, her hair in loose curls and a blue dress flowing over her curves. Somehow, she managed to look incredibly sexy while still professional at the same time.

Reminding myself not to stare, I stood and cleared my throat. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

She didn’t look surprised to find me on the patio at all, which led me to believe that she’d been looking for me.

She stepped forward carefully, slipping her hands into the pockets of her dress. “Rodrigo…”

“I am sorry for last night.”

Her brows knit together. “You’re sorry? You didn’t do anything.”

“I should have stopped it.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she bit her bottom lip in the way that made me hot all over. Mentally, I slapped myself. I needed to get it together.

“It was my fault,” she said.

“No. It was my fault.”

She sighed, but then a little smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. “How about we agree that it was both our faults? Does that make you happy?”

I wished that I could smile or laugh to appease her, but the joy just wasn’t there. “I still take full responsibility.”

“Okay. Fine.” She threw her hands up. “If that’s the way you want it. Unless, of course, we agree that it was the moonlight that did it.”

“We blame it on the moonlight?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m sure kisses have been blamed on sillier things.”

Even hearing her say the word “kisses” stoked a hunger deep inside of me. I knew better than to give in to it, though.

“I am your boss,” I said. “And I promise to keep everything between us professional from now on.”

Something glinted in her eye, and I could have sworn it was disappointment—except that didn’t make any sense. Yes, she’d been the one to kiss me, but she had also been the one to draw away.

I smoothed my suit and stood a little straighter. I wasn’t a perfect person, but at least I could do this one thing right. I could resist this one temptation.

Maybe.

No. Most certainly. Yes, I could be weak, but for Georgia’s sake I would pull myself together.

She nodded slowly. “I appreciate that. Things would be too complicated between us, right?”

“Most certainly.”

“We’re not the kids we were before.”

“No,” I agreed.

She was still nodding, and I wondered if she even knew she was doing it. “Good. I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ll see you at the office.” She touched the sliding door.

“You don’t want to ride with me?”

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